“Lucia…” He stopped only inches away and studied my expression carefully. He was controlling himself, but I could see he was dangerously close to losing that game.
Elaina’s words echoed through my brain. There was my desire to give myself over to him completely even though I knew I shouldn’t. Was it Leo’s flaws that made me think I shouldn’t? Or something more deeply ingrained into me? It all circled back around to...Would it really be so bad if I let myself do this...again?
Before I knew the answer, my hand reached out and clawed down the rippling muscles of his stomach. He gripped my wrist tightly and stared deep into my eyes. He was stalling for some reason, and I didn’t know why.
“You’ve been thinking of me...touching yourself,” he murmured.
My cheeks grew hot. I should have felt embarrassed, but I didn’t. I had been fantasizing about him and feeling less guilty about it with each orgasm. And now in the middle of it, he had shown up as if I had conjured him. Like a present wrapped and delivered to my feet.
“Yes,” I rasped, not wanting to fight or play games anymore.
“I’ve been watching you,” he confessed.
I could see how hard he was breathing from the motions of his chest and his nostrils flaring. I slowly wrapped my arms around and parted my lips, waiting. His hands dug into my bare hips and pulled them against his. I was already moaning between breaths, feeling full of overwhelming desire. I had been left alone with nothing but my own touch and my dirty thoughts of him for too long. Now I could reach out and run my fingers through his chest hair and feel the heat of his breath. I could feel his erection underneath the water, grazing my stomach. He was ripe fruit just hanging there for me to pick.
He leaned in close and grazed his lips against my neck. His hands snuck their way between my legs, teasing around everything I needed him to touch the most.
“Is this what you’ve been wanting?”
“Not quite,” I grinned, urging his touch to center on my tingling bundle of nerves.
As his fingers slowly began giving me tastes of what I wanted in small, torturing stokes, I tilted my head and opened my mouth, taking his tongue against mine. For as rushed and urgent as everything had been the first time, he seemed to be making me pay for it now by moving painfully slow.
As our kiss deepened, he brushed one hand along the back of my neck and up to my cheek. He threatened to slide his fingers inside of me as we drank each other in. My body grew hot, even surrounded by the cool water. Suddenly, it felt like we were in hot springs. My nipples were hard, grazing against his chest.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he ran one hand around to the back of my thigh and jerked me in close to him. He did it so swiftly that it made me gasp. With no space left between us and one of my legs wrapped tightly around him, he thrust his fingers forward, bending them to stroke me in all the perfect places.
“This? Is this better?”
“Yes…,” I hissed.
“That’s what you’ve been thinking about all these days you spent lying around here on full display...tormenting me?”
“Yes!” I cried out again as he hooked his touch even further inside of me, moving faster. His thumb padded against my clit, rubbing it in circles.
“What did you do while you were watching me?” I asked, gripping his erection in my hand beneath the water. “Did you behave?”
A sly grin eased across his face as he clenched his teeth beneath my grip. “No, Lucia. You should know by now that I never behave. Especially around you.”
We stroked each other harder, clawing into each other’s skin with our free hands. Again, I knew I should have been embarrassed, but knowing that he had been watching this whole time only made my past fantasies that much sweeter. Something about it turned me on and pushed me to the edge so much faster than usual. Or maybe it was how expertly Leo touched me. I didn’t care which it was, or even if it was a little of both, as the wave of ecstasy crashed over me and I shuddered against his body.
He hissed and bit into my neck while I came, and once I was finished he didn’t waste any time lifting me up around him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he guided us to the edge of the water, pressing my back to the dirt wall.
“I love the way your pussy feels when you cum,” he hummed into my ear. “I like the way it feels, even more when I’m inside of you.”
All at once, he thrusted into me, filling me completely. I cried out and clenched the earth behind my head. To think just moments ago, I was imagining him fucking me up against a wall. And now there we were. He angled into me just as perfectly as I had imagined he would. His muscles tightened and clenched as he moved in and out of me, slowly at first. There was something splendid about taking him in slowly, which we hadn’t bothered with the first time. Now I could relish in the sight of him as he slid in and out again. I knew he was taking his time just to antagonize me.
“What is it, baby?” he teased. “Is this not what you imagined?”
“Harder,” I begged.
With one fatal swoop, he plowed forward even harder than I thought was possible. My back and ass rammed into the side of the water’s edge with a sting, but it was painfully sweet and I wanted more. I pleaded with him through my eyes to do it again, but that wasn’t enough for him.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled.
“More.”
“More of what?”
“Fuck me!” I cried. “Harder and faster...please, Leo…”
My words sent him rocketing forward with no return. His hips grinded in and out while he lifted my body up and down, all in the perfect rhythm, to send me plummeting toward another orgasm. With my arms lifted high, my hands clawing into the grass around my head, my wet, naked body was on full display on top of him, and he took in the sight of it with his hungry eyes.
“Don’t stop,” my voice cracked through the rolling pleasure.
He gave me what I asked - pounding into me relentlessly while he bit along the edge of my neck. His low, growling murmurs vibrated against my skin. His breaths became hard and labored as he tried to contain himself. He shoved my body back further so he could see all of me and made sure that he was at the perfect angle for my clit to slide across his slick skin. I moved hard and fast as I tightened around him.
He trailed his fingers along my lips and then curled them into my mouth. His other hand flattened against my neck and squeezed. He tightened his grip enough that I grew flush and moved my hips to roll against him harder, faster. He let me ride him like that, with his hand choking around my neck until I exploded against him. I screamed out and dug into his skin with all of my muscles spasming. Everything in me bursted with hot fulfillment.
He let go of my neck and continued pumping into me with an even greater force until he was crumbling from his own pleasure. I was still lost in breathless heaps of whimpers as his head crashed to my shoulder. His entire body shook with the tide of his orgasm.
Everything was fuzzy and indistinct as I came back down to reality. Slowly the heat of the bright sun and the sound of the birds and insects became clear again. The orgasms he gave me seemed to make everything go dark for a moment, but it was all rushing back with each passing second. But Leo and I stayed perfectly still. He kept me close, wrapped around him tightly with his face nuzzled into my neck. It was as if neither of us wanted to move and face what had just happened.
I had spent so much time at that creek thinking of him and pleasuring myself, and each time after I finished I was left alone again. My visions of him would vanish in a puff of smoke. But now it was real, and as my body shivered from the aftermath I had every inch of his muscular body to hold me and see me back down to earth.
But neither of us seemed in a rush to talk about any of it. We were silent and basking in the simple things - the fleeting memories of our rough, hot sex. Each other’s smells and tastes. The sounds we made. Those were the easy parts to admit to enjoying. Or at least they were becoming easier to accept. But there was still so much mo
re at play, and we both knew we’d have to talk about it all eventually.
Finally, reluctantly, he gently lowered my feet back down to the muddy creek bed and waded through the water in front of me, washing off. He watched me the entire time with a disconcerting look.
“Was it everything you imagined?” he asked finally.
“Yes,” I sighed, feeling my familiar creeping feeling of shame return. It was easy to forget how much I hated him when we just let our bodies do all the talking. “But you’re trespassing on private property, you know.”
His brow furrowed and he looked all around us, feigning confusion. “Huh. You’re right. You know, someone should really put a fence up to mark the property line,” he quipped.
I couldn’t help but laugh, and it occurred to me that may have been the first time he ever made me laugh in a good way. I stared back at him, wondering if he’d apologize for barging in on me the way he did...taking advantage of me in such a vulnerable, exposed moment. But of course, he didn’t. Leo never seemed to apologize for anything. Then again, I wasn’t sorry he did it either. It was more so that I thought I should feel sorry.
“What now?” I asked, remembering how we conveniently evaded this part the first time. We let ourselves crash into sleep instead just to escape it - even though we had been laying in the middle of the woods.
“I’m hungry,” he replied bluntly. “I guess I’ll dry off and go back home for some lunch. I’d invite you to join, but my mother would have a heart attack.”
“You know what I mean.”
He sighed and nodded. “Hopefully I provided you some relief.”
“I hope so too...We really shouldn’t do this again,” I shot back, but I was surprised at the uncertainty in my voice. It was as if I was just testing him, hoping he’d tell me all the reasons we most certainly could do it again.
“You’re right. I guess your fence will help to remove some of the temptation. Though I would scale fences for more of that.”
His blase joking manner made me uneasy and insecure. “I’m serious,” I groaned. “This has to stop. No more sneaking around in the bushes and spying on me. Or worse...walking up on me and acting everything out for real.”
“Is it too much to ask for you to stop coming out here like this? Really, Lucia. It’s not like I instigated this. You can’t lay there and touch yourself and call out my name and expect me not to act on it.” Now his voice carried a sort of desperate pain - one that seemed more fitting.
“Either way...we’re agreed then? This can’t happen again.”
“It shouldn’t, no,” he conceded, climbing out of the water to put on his clothes.
He looked unsure and remorseful. Neither of us seemed to want to give up our guilty pleasure, but we both knew it was for the best. I could feel his eyes burning into me as I stood on the rocks, drying myself off in the sun and sliding back into my clothes. I found myself longing for more...not even more sex, but just more of him. It made no sense for how deplorable he had been in the time that I had known him. But still, it felt so natural to think of him coming over to me and kissing me goodbye.
I wondered if he was thinking the same thing as we hesitated to go our separate ways. He seemed to think better of it and began taking slow, reluctant steps back to his side of the property. But in one sudden swoop he stopped and turned. He raced towards me too quickly for me to wrap my head around it, and lifted him up into his arms for a long, deep and passionate kiss.
17
Leonardo
I was quiet around my family for the next few days, still lost in my thoughts of Lucia. Our time at the creek had curbed my insatiable appetite for her a little, but I knew it was only a matter of time before the need took hold of me again and became uncontrollable and incurable.
Jorge and Dario had been quiet around me as well, but the daggers they shot with their eyes spoke volumes. I could tell they had been suspicious ever since I snapped at them and told them to stay the hell away from the creek. Tensions were mounting as we gathered around the dinner table one evening. My mother sat between all of our awkward, fleeting glances. She was blissfully unaware and babbling on about her high society gossip while we ate.
But with the first lull in conversation, Jorge didn’t hesitate to open his big mouth. “How did that meeting with the lawyer go the other day?” he asked in a sly tone, intentionally bringing it up in front of Mother.
“Another meeting!?” she all but shrieked. “Good heavens, I thought that mess was all cleared up by now. How hard is it really to determine the property line? The whole thing is disgraceful.”
“I thought it was over too,” Jorge said with a dab of his napkin to his mouth. “But apparently Leo still had...a few loose ends to tie up with the matter. Or so he told us on his way out to the creek the other day.”
His tone dripped with accusation, and it was enough to make my blood boil. I couldn’t resist putting him in his place.
“It went quite well!” I thundered back with a sarcastic cheerfulness. “There’s no need to keep going on about it. I’d really like to know more about your dinner plans for this next week, Jorge. Entertaining any more ladies for the after-party in your shed?”
Mother’s eyes cut over to him with dread. “Oh, Jorge. Please tell me you’re not still romping around with random whores out there in the woods.”
“That’s a great question,” I smiled at him. “What random women are you taking out there?”
“No one of any integrity would follow you out into that dirty old hole,” she scoffed. “I really wish at least one of you would pick a suitable partner to settle down with.”
She fanned herself with worry over her three single sons, but the whole thing seemed to shut Jorge up. At least for now. All the while Dario sat quietly and shot me dirty looks. The two of them were getting restless with their distrust of me, but as long as I kept my promise to Lucia and stayed away...it would all soon be a thing of the past.
But after dinner, once I was alone in my room again, I felt the ache for her return as I knew it would. I stared out my window at the distant smoke billowing up to the clouds, knowing it was from the fireplace of Lucia’s hacienda. I watched until it turned gray, then black, and finally cleared altogether. They would all be asleep by now. And even though I promised to stay away, and needed to stick to it before Jorge and Dario caught onto something more, I felt drawn to her. I wondered if she was laying in her bed, thinking of me. Maybe that’s why I felt so compelled to go. She was telepathically calling out for me, signaling for me to come.
The idea was absurd, but it didn’t stop me from putting on my boots and sneaking out of the house. I made the long walk to the edge of our property and crossed the boundary over to the Chavez land. I approached their house from the back and peaked in through the windows until I found the one that Lucia was resting behind. I watched for a moment, seeing her lay there in the darkness. The whites of her eyes glistened in the moonlight. She was still wide awake, though she probably didn’t want to be.
I wiggled the window just enough to see if it would give, and it did. It was unlocked. I knew I had to move quickly to catch Lucia in a moment where she just might give into her desires rather than jumping up to scream for someone to call the cops. I quickly and carefully slid the window open and climbed inside, planting myself into her bed before she could even figure out what was happening.
The moment I was beside her, I flattened my palm across her mouth to subdue her urge to scream. Her eyes were wide and frightened at first, but I didn’t miss the subtle glance of relief and delight when she realized it was me. When I was sure she wouldn’t make a huge fuss, I slowly moved my hand away.
“What the hell are you doing?” she hissed.
“I’m done playing games,” I rasped. My cock was already throbbing hard and I made sure to press it against her, so she’d know just how serious I was. “No more talking around things or playing clever. I can’t stop thinking about you, Lucia. I’m a proud man, but you�
��re breaking me down. You make me feel ruined...like I’m completely broken now.” I ran my hand up under her gown, feeling her hot, brown skin. She tensed and moaned. “This is the only thing that makes it better, and I know you want me too.”
She didn’t answer, but she stretched out and silently encouraged my hands to keep exploring her. I smoothed my rough hands along her silky skin, tracing the lines of her thighs all the way up to her breasts. All the while she squirmed with need and purred with the satisfaction of my touch.
“Let me fuck you the way I want to,” I growled into her ear.
Once again, she was silent. But after a moment she nodded. It was the only thing I needed to keep going. I clenched the front of her gown tightly and ripped it open, shredding the fabric to expose her two perfect breasts. I tore off shreds of it and worked my way up to the headboard to tie her wrists before sliding what was left of the gown down from her body. She was spread out before me, in nothing but her panties and completely at my mercy.
I swirled two fingers down the length of her, teasing along her inner thighs while I pressed my lips to her ear. “Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Take me,” she pleaded softly.
“Take you how?”
“Fuck me,” she said more assertively with a desperation in her voice.
I pushed the wet fabric of her panties aside and inched closer to the throbbing need, barely brushing against the folds. “Ask me for it. Beg me.”
“Please, fuck me, Leo. Please.”
I slid my fingers inside of her, feeling how creamy and wet she already was. I hooked them against her as she whimpered, doing her best to keep quiet. It became harder for her to do as I shoved my fingers deeper inside of her, massaging all of her most sensitive places. I moved one thumb over her clit in soft circles. My touch was slick against her from the wetness dripping on my hand.
“Please fuck me,” she begged again as her legs started to shake.
I climbed on top of her, shoving the sheets out of our way. But just as I ran the length of my shaft along the opening between her legs, she gasped and stopped me.
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